Blowing off the steam, cup resting on top of the pillow in his lap, exhaustion creeps up on him. He rubs at his eye, trying not to yawn. After he's finished the tea, he'll surely be allowed to sleep. On his bed.

"I won't. You know, homeless guys appreciate beds." He smiles awkwardly, then sips on the tea. It's still too hot to do more than that, but the warm liquid running down his sore throat is so wonderful, he'd like to gulp it all down.

"Thanks."